I’m bad.

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I’m bad.
Maybe I was born this way. Maybe my parents failed to teach me moral behaviour. Maybe they did but I was reluctant to learn.
I’m bad because I think of myself. I think of the way I’ll dress up today, what hairstyle I’ll wear, which bracelet will match my clothes, food that I’ll eat and food that I’ll avoid, friends I will hang around with, movies that I will watch, the cosmetics that I’ll use to help my skin glow and how I’ll look beautiful.

I’m selfish.
I do not care of my millions of brothers who die every day due to the stormy weather because they don’t have warm clothes to shield themselves. I do not care of crore others who spend their eternity in every corner of every street in hope of getting a handful of rice, to whom a handful of rice is equal to the food of a five star restaurant. I do not care of thousands of other anaemic girls who haven’t shampooed their hair or scrubbed their bodies since months. Movies? They might not have the slightest idea of what it is. I do not care of hundreds of other poor old men, around whom a clan of mosquitoes linger every time everywhere. I ignore the dreams of lacks of others which are similar to mine and I turn a blind eye to the fact that they are also humans. Heavens above! I do not even ask if my parents have had their meal tonight, if they are happy, if anything is bothering them. I’m a callous wimp. I don’t think of nothing but myself.
When a man lands into a murky puddle, I hoot with laughter. I pick apart my food and if it’s spicy, I cast it away. I walk away from people and things that give out offensive stench. If my flipcover fetches a scratch, I replace it quickly. If I get pimples on my face, I panic and visit the dermatologist. I’m bad because I couldn’t care less.
But wait! I’m not the onliest. You too, are identical to me. You behave the way I do. We are drops of the same pond, crops of the same field. So you are also bad and selfish and careless. Aren’t you?

Actually people know in what they are selfish with and thus selfishness leads to the possessiveness or I guess both has the same meaning but still we know in what we are selfish but we never want to realize….or never want to admit according to me…

Alisha, a great post. You have presented to us today, the fact, that we take our privileges for granted. We always have this excuse of being busy. Yes, this world is not kind to everyone, it is a reality.The write is an eye-opener.

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: “Feed the hungry, visit the sick and set free the captives.” – Sahih Al-Bukhari, Volume 7, Hadith 552″(The righteous are those) who feed the poor, the orphan and the captive for the love of God, saying: ‘We feed you for the sake of God Alone; we seek from you neither reward nor thanks.'” – The Holy Quran, 76:8-9

Great thought. We all are selfish. Even if we help others, then also we are selfish because helping others makes us happy and content and we want to feel that way. So, we are selfish but as we are benefiting others so we are not termed as one. But, that kind of selfishness is better. We have to realize that we are being way too much greedy and once that realization hits, things will start getting better 🙂 Keep sharing wonderful thoughts 🙂

Thought-provoking post, Alisha. Thanks. I was watching a talk show where the panelists were discussing the tragic picture of the Syrian baby washed up on the beach. One of the panelists said, “I just don’t know what to do!” We become overwhelmed when the media brings world tragedies at our doorstep. We want to help but become paralyzed by the magnitude of the problems. We can receive some comfort in taking actions, either small or large, every day . . . participate in a protest against injustice, join with our neighbors to clean the streets, make personal efforts to conserve resources, support policies that protect the poor, stop eating meat and be empathetic when talking with a friend. We may not be so bad, after all.

Imagine, for example, birds. When they look out at the world, they have a sense that they are alive. If they are in pain, they can do something about it. If they have hunger or thirst, they can satisfy that. It’s this basic feeling that there is life ticking away inside of you.